Nocturnal creature in the night.
With little will, but yet he still fights.
Fending for itself, through woods and valleys.
Brave in the face of the darkest alleys.
Scrounging for a living from tables and bins.
Full well knowing, that he who is strongest wins.
Darwinian theories come into play.
An air of hostility keeps strangers at bay.
Left quite alone, to its own devices.
Some mouldy bread, oh how it entices.
Grateful for so little from it we could learn.
Whilst we fill our bellies its constantly churns.
There are many more like this poor creature.
Who in this world, so often features.
To remind us of our selfish ways.
And giving us hope for better days.